Thacker Quotes & Sayings

At least reindeer kisses do not cause me to take leave of my senses. — Shelly Thacker

She clenched her fists. "I believe, milord, that I have endured my full limit of male tyranny."
"I am afraid, milady, that you will have to become accustomed to it. It is the way of things, here in the world beyond your cloister." He turned her forward and nudged her to continue down the stairs. "This world would fall into chaos if women were allowed to do whatever they wished. — Shelly Thacker

When we pour out our miseries, He hears a melody of us needing and desiring what only He can give. — Stacey Thacker

What Kant refers to as depression is simply this stark realization: that thought is only incidentally human. It would take a later generation of philosophers to derive the conclusion of this: that thought thinks us, not the reverse. Legend — Eugene Thacker

Ciara, there are certain things a man does not ask of a lady."
"You are not asking."
"Aye. — Shelly Thacker

As I have said, milady, I mean to keep you safe, not harm you. And it is not my habit to force myself on unwilling maidens."
"Aye, pilgrim?" she asked dubiously. "Next you will tell me you are as chaste as a monk." She backed toward the door.
A grin slowly eased the hard line of his mouth. "I did not say that. — Shelly Thacker

What are you cooking this night, wife?" One of the crepes picked that moment to dislodge itself from the ceiling. It landed at her feet with a plop as if on cue. "Crepes." She kept a straight face and tried to look like this was the normal way to make crepes. — Shelly Thacker

We have to entertain the possibility that there is no reason for something existing; or that the split between subject and object is only our name for something equally accidental we call knowledge; or, an even more difficult thought, that while there may be some order to the self and the cosmos, to the microcosm and macrocosm, it is an order that is absolutely indifferent to our existence, and of which we can have only a negative awareness. — Eugene Thacker

There is not a man alive who would not want you. — Shelly Thacker

No, thank you." Isis turned back to Mercer. "You should discuss this with him. He'll be at dinner, but I'd suggest bringing it up after, when you can catch him alone. You don't want a repeat of this morning. — Nick Thacker

In raising problems without solutions, in posing questions without answers, in retreating to the hermetic, cavernous abode of complaint, pessimism is guilty of that most inexcusable of Occidental crimes - the crime of not pretending it's for real. Pessimism fails to live up to the most basic tenet of philosophy - the "as if." Think as if it will be helpful, act as if it will make a difference, speak as if there is something to say, live as if you are not, in fact, being lived by some murmuring non-entity both shadowy and muddied. — Eugene Thacker

Now that you made me a knight again", he said lightly, "I'll have to keep my mind on certain knightly virtues like chastity."
Ciara could not remember that ever being a knightly virtue. — Shelly Thacker

I've learned a thing or two during this experience. The first is that when we are winning and life looks good on the outside, people want to be like us. But, when we are honest and share our broken and disappointed places, others strongly connect with us. When we are strongly connected with others, we can find purpose in our struggles like never before. — Stacey Thacker

When you find love, you must catch it close and hold it tight. Do not let it go so easily. — Shelly Thacker

The ethereal nature of mists means that while they may appear solid and to have distinct forms, they are also immaterial, and can readily become formless. — Eugene Thacker

A fierce possessiveness gripped him, a need to brand her, to make her his, now and forever. And he knew it was madness. — Shelly Thacker

Mayhap it was not wise to question God's plans; mayhap he had been meant to live, to seek this justice, to serve some purpose. The past was the past. And the future... — Shelly Thacker

They should put their clothes on if they could find them which might be difficult in the darkness.
He decided that could wait until dawn. — Shelly Thacker

Lauren closed her eyes, remembering how desperate she had been this morn in Chartres, how she had prayed for divine intervention to stop her wedding.
She had never expected that intervention to be riding a black horse and wielding a sword. — Shelly Thacker

His mouth captured hers with a strong, soft heat and Celine discovered something far sexier than this man's voice or his body. His kiss. She never had the chance to think of a protest. To think at all. She had been kissed before, but never like this. It was neither awkward and teasing nor forceful and overpowering, but long, slow, confident, and devastating. It was as if he were binding them together, deftly drawing her soul into his. — Shelly Thacker

We've peered into the deepest parts to see beyond what lies on the surface. — Kellie Thacker

I felt empowered by him, as if his very existence manipulated the balance of my nature from a shy little girl to wonder woman. — Kellie Thacker

I'm going to tell you something I probably shouldn't. — Kellie Thacker

All night, I thought about that walk. The touch of the forest tickled my skin long after, while the scent lingered in my nostrils. It was unlike anything back home. There was a feeling in the atmosphere I couldn't shake
something that was trying to draw me back. I felt alive in that forest.
His Name is Moonlight — Kellie Thacker

He kissed my palm, lingering his lips on my skin. Then he inhaled.
"Mmmm," he moaned. " Like gin to an alcoholic. Sweet as fresh molasses and deadly as snake venom. — Kellie Thacker

Camhanach, it is a bargain as old as the world itself." He chuckled.
"Women want protection...men want a willing lass to warm their bed. — Shelly Thacker

In addition to the interpretive frameworks of the mythological (classical-Greek), the theological (Medieval-Christian), and the existential (modern-European), would it be possible to shift our framework to something we can only call cosmological? Could such a cosmological view be understood not simply as the view from inter-stellar space, but as the view of the world-without-us, the Planetary view? — Eugene Thacker

He had won. He could release her at any time. But her lips... those soft, sweet petals were parting tremulously at the touch of his tongue, and she was granting him entry to the warmth of her mouth. He thrust boldly inside, wanting but one taste of her. Only one. — Shelly Thacker

At first, I did not tell you any of this because...you were not supposed to mean anything to me. And later..." His voice became rough with emotion. "Later, I did not tell you because you mean so much to me. — Shelly Thacker

She lifted her chin and returned his unyielding gaze. "Do what you will."
His blue eyes darkened to the color of a moonlit sky. "You should be careful, milady, about issuing such an invitation. — Shelly Thacker

Think of me that way," he continued. A slight shimmer glinted acrosse his eyes. "In a sense, I'm giving my life for those ... I care about. A sacrifice you might say. — Kellie Thacker

For every un-universe, then, an un-philosophy that must also negate itself. — Eugene Thacker

He watched her emerald eyes darken with need until they were the color of the Highland hills warmed by the summer sun. — Shelly Thacker

Would a dead man touch you like this? — Shelly Thacker

Even though there is something out there that is not the world-for-us, and even though we can name it the world-in-itself, this latter constitutes a horizon for thought, always receding just beyond the bounds of intelligibility. — Eugene Thacker

Whatever strengths and weaknesses we possess are all a part of God's plan for our beautiful, messy lives. He uses every detail of our mess for his greater glory, and can redeem even our deepest, darkest, most daring mistakes until they're more beautiful than we could've ever imagined. — Stacey Thacker

Only in darkness can you see the stars. -- MARTIN LUTHER KING JR. — Timothy Thacker

The only thing that can hurt me now is the thought of never knowing this feeling again. To never be able to touch you this way again... — Shelly Thacker

As much as we sometimes want God to remove us from our messes, more often He just gets in it with us - lifting our heads, giving us strength, helping us put one foot in front of the other as we slosh our way through it — Stacey Thacker

It took Celine a — Shelly Thacker

More and more I'm seeing motherhood as a marathon of endurance, not a sprint to the next stage of life. — Stacey Thacker

You have not known very many men."
"I have no wish to know any others. I love this one. — Shelly Thacker

have to wait. We can get married in a few weeks. — Cathy Gillen Thacker

I knew it all along," he murmured in my ear.
"What did you know?"
His cool breath blew in my ear as he exhaled. "You are my redemption."
Caleb Raines; Redemption — Kellie Thacker

Having established itself securely on shipboard, the chronometer was soon taken for granted, like any other essential thing, and the whole question of its contentious history, along with the name of its original inventor, dropped from the consciousness of the seamen who used it every day. — Dava Sobel

My god, they're everywhere. — Kellie Thacker

(life science) definitions. The question that runs through these disputatio is the following: What if "horror" has less to do with a fear of death, and more to do with the dread of life? — Eugene Thacker

Celine glanced up as she passed under an arch, at another of the chateau's decorations, her personal favorite: the entwined letters G and R, carved over every doorway. Family legend had it that one of the original owners of the chateau, a knight by the name of Sir Gaston de Varennes, was responsible for that bit of artwork. Sir Gaston, it seemed, had been quite a ladies' man - until he had met and married his wife, whom he loved so much, he had had her initial engraved with his in every castle he owned. — Shelly Thacker

You would have only seen a skittish young deer jumping through the forest, having no idea it was a little girl. — Kellie Thacker

I would have asked you to let down your hair" turning to regard her with a grin, his teeth a slash of white in his blackened face.
"But it is not quite long enough anymore. — Shelly Thacker

She frowned at him. "Not every man thinks constantly of... of..."
Darach grinned. "Aye, they do, demoiselle. Every man, from the time he is about ten until the day he dies, thinks frequently of that. — Shelly Thacker

It had seemed entirely sensible at the time. A simple way to test the truth of her claim that she had lain with de Villiers. To show her that lying to him was useless. To make a point.
Instead, he had ignited a desire that burned him like none he had ever felt before.
He had expected Lady Laurien d'Amboise to be a timid little convent mouse. Quiet and passive and pliant. Easily manageable. Instead she was outspoken and strong-willed...and stunning in a way he could not even describe.
An innocent beauty caught up in a deadly game that was none of her making....
Malcolm rose to leave, chuckling.
"And what is there to laugh about?"
Darach gave his jovial friend a dour look.
Malcolm stopped just long enough to do his best imitation of Darach. "'Simple. Kidnap one French lass, hold her for a fortnight, and return her to de Villiers after he meets our demands. Perfectly simple. — Shelly Thacker

Time. She had to go home. As soon as the lunar eclipse occurred in three weeks. Because if she stayed here, she would die. Either from the bullet in her back, or from the pain that was slowly sinking talons into her. — Shelly Thacker

She didn't have a hat or a veil or anything in her hands. No one had offered so much as a single dried-out flower; she had nothing to hold onto to steady her shaking fingers. Her head pounded as hard and as painfully as her rapid heartbeat. She stood there, unable to move, staring at the man who waited at the end of the aisle. This unpredictable knight who hours ago had touched her, kissed her, caressed her in a way that still made her tremble, then sworn he would never do so again. This dark lord who despised her. This man she was about to marry. — Shelly Thacker

I've tried to deny it even to myself...
My heart and soul are filled with you. — Shelly Thacker

I would be anyone if only I could be with you. — Shelly Thacker

Rolling onto his side, he drew her close. "Sleep, milady. I will keep you warm tonight, and safe." He pulled the blanket over her, wrapping one arm around her waist as he settled beside her on the furs. "And for one night, at least, neither of us will be alone. — Shelly Thacker

Beware, lion's lady, for your predator is hungry tonight. He may not wait long before devouring you." "Devouring me?" she asked, challenge gleaming in her eyes. "What if I devour him first? — Shelly Thacker

The dark held new meaning for me now. There was a whole other world out there that I was just beginning to discover ... A world that had once been only farce was now very real. -Abby Sullivan; Redemption — Kellie Thacker

As he looked at her, she felt that flood of restlessness that she now knew was called desire. — Shelly Thacker

... not within my memory."

"All 300 years of it?"

That comment earned her a frown.
"My apologies," she amended lightly. "I supposed I should not tease you about being so old."

"Nay, feel free."
His slow smile flashed in the moonlight.
"I would be happy to prove to you that I possess all the prowess and stamina of a man of 30. Mayhap I should demonstrate. — Shelly Thacker

He cleared his throat. "I wish I could take back what I said." He looked away. "I behaved like a thoin aiseal."
"What does that mean?"
"A donkey's arse."
She glanced down at the furs, found herself fighting a smile. "And how do you pronounce that? I somehow suspect I may have need of that phrase again. — Shelly Thacker

I must remember to be troublesome now and again, else you are going to be impossible to live with. And by what magic did you find the gown and the horse?"
"Scottish fairy magic." His grin widened.
"Do you mean that fairies are real in Scotland? — Shelly Thacker

One body, one breath, one love, united against any force that would tear them apart. Defiant in the face of time, fate, death, destiny. — Shelly Thacker

We had given in to our vulnerability and cast down any pretenses that we were too strong to be weak. — Kellie Thacker

Often I've wondered what it would feel like to be him," he whispered softly. "To feel the warmth of your skin under my cold hand or your hot breath on my lips. These last few days have been torment on my curiosity. — Kellie Thacker

So time, you see, is not so precise as many believe," Brynna was saying, lighting a candle. "It is not a solid thing, to be carved into days and hours at our bidding. It is fluid, liquid. It can change as easily as the sea changes, on one day calm and smooth, on another stormy and dangerous. — Shelly Thacker

If the supernatural in a conventional sense is no longer possible, what remains after the "death of God" is an occulted, hidden world. Philosophically speaking, the enigma we face is how to confront this world, without immediately presuming that it is identical to the world-for-us (the world of science and religion), and without simply disparaging it as an irretrievable and inaccessible world-in-itself. — Eugene Thacker

What if we all started measuring our success as mothers based on our areas of innate strength instead of weakness and trusted God enough to fill in the gaps? — Stacey Thacker

The question is, what happens when we as human beings confront a world that is radically unhuman, impersonal, and even indifferent to the human? What happens to the concept of politics once one confronts the possibility that the world only reveals its hiddenness, in spite of the attempts to render it as a world-for-us, either via theology (sovereign God, sovereign king) or via science (the organismic analogy of the state)? In the face of politics, this unresponsiveness of the world is a condition for which, arguably, we do not yet have a language. — Eugene Thacker

He drew her into his arms, gathering her close, and dusted kisses over her cheek, her hair. Wrapped in his embrace, Laurien closed her eyes, murmuring a sigh of exquisite satisfaction. A delightful drowsiness overtook her and she gave in to it, snuggled securely against Darach's chest, lying on a stolen wolf pelt, in the hold on a ship of thieves. — Shelly Thacker

That when you have something important to do, you should simply do it. Because fear is a useless emotion that doesn't change anything." She rested her cheek against his chest. "And life is too short and too precious to spend any of it being afraid. — Shelly Thacker

Those whom God has mercy in store for he first brings into a wilderness. — Stacey Thacker

He covered her mouth with his ---and she felt as if she had suddenly been enveloped in a cascade of sparks. The tingling warmth from his touch did not compare to the sensations that whirled through her as his lips moved over hers. It was as if every part of her body had at once become brilliantly alive.
His beard was a startling, silky roughness against her skin. His other hand came to rest at her waist, drawing her in tight, and her body seemed to meld to his hard, lean lines, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Her thoughts scattered. A sound escaped her, soft and deep, unlike any sound she had ever made in her life.
Then his tongue touched her lower lip and she gave a startled little squeak.
Her suddenly lifted his mouth from hers, his eyes midnight blue, his voice husky. "You have never even been kissed before, leannan. You are as innocent as the day you first set foot in the convent. — Shelly Thacker

What have I done?" he asked, his voice raw. "You used to be such a sane, sensible lady."

"You took me on a journey into my own heart. — Shelly Thacker

Secretly," he mumbled in a quieter tone, "I've always wanted to know what it would feel like to lust, to hunger for something different. But I've never been able to imagine ever experiencing that kind of desire. — Kellie Thacker

The logic of pessimism moves through three refusals: a no-saying to the worst (refusal of the world-for-us, or Schopenhauer's tears); a yes-saying to the worst (refusal of the world-in-itself, or Nietzsche's laughter); and a no-saying to the for-us and the in-itself (a double refusal, or Cioran's sleep).

Crying, laughing, sleeping - what other responses are adequate to a life that is so indifferent? — Eugene Thacker